On June 18 of the twentieth year, it was time for the major sects to recruit disciples.

Early in the morning, the gate of Xiaoyao Mountain was full of people, bustling, all looking forward to it, waiting for a group of monks to come out of it, and the noise below reached the maximum.

In the corner of the crowd, a thin monk stood.

His complexion was pale and unusual, the blood vessels in his neck were clearly visible, there was no blood on his lips, and his robe was loose on his body, but he stood straight.

"It's finally getting started!"

"Hurry up and follow in!"

The noise around him did not disturb him, and he slowly followed the back of the line, unhurried.

"Borrowed, borrowed, borrowed!"

Suddenly, a voice came from the crowd gathered behind, and the pedestrians rushed over, and threw themselves behind the thin monk, put their hands on his shoulders, and gasped for air.

"It's finally there, scare me to death!"

The monk was dressed in fancy robes, and he did not have a single magic weapon on his body, but he was covered with mortal ornaments, and he wore four or five gold rings on his fingers, and a two-finger-wide gold chain around his neck, which shone in the sunlight.

The emaciated monk did not look back, his face was expressionless, and two fingers pinched the sleeve of the monk behind him, and took his hand down.

"I'm sorry, this little brother!" he seemed to have just noticed, smiled innocently, and poked his head out like a familiar acquaintance, "I'm gold, what is your name this brother? Where did you come from?

Wang Yao pinched his ears and turned his head slowly, "Why should I tell you?"

"It's fate for everyone to get together, maybe they will still be the same door in the future, and it's naturally okay to exchange names," Jin Zi's arm hit him, but he didn't expect him to hesitate for a while, and he stumbled, "Brother, you can't have a good physique!"

Jin Zi was still about to say something to Wang Yao, and suddenly the sky was overcast.

"Boom..."

"What's going on, is it going to rain?" "Kaneko tiptoed up and looked inside the Xiaoyao, and didn't know where, "Why is it the only one where it rains?"

"Little brother, do you know?" Kaneko was about to ask the little monk next to him, but saw that his eyes were shining forward, which was completely different from the previous decline, "Hey, hey, what are you looking at?"

"Get out of the way!" Wang Yao grabbed his wrist, trying to remove the obstacle in front of him.

Almost instantly, Jin Zi was turned around by the hand he was holding, and pressed his shoulder with his backhand, his strength was amazing, and he approached with a ruffian, "Little brother, the reaction is not sensitive enough!"

Wang Yao turned his head, still expressionless on his face, and raised his other hand.

"Do you want to get into the fun, if you do it, we'll be in a fight, we'll both have to finish the fun," Jin Zi startled, and spoke first.

"You pulled my robe down," Wang Yao paused for a moment, then put his hand on his shoulder and pulled the robe up.

"Ahh

Wang Yao didn't speak, just kept looking ahead.

"Little brother, I'm a person who doesn't give up until I reach my goal, if you don't tell me, I'll keep whispering in your ear, why do you say this, right?"

The roar not far away was getting louder and louder, and Jin Zi's mouth was dry, but this person didn't react at all, "Okay, I met my opponent today!"

"Someone's coming out!"

As a figure appeared under the thundercloud not far away, the originally silent crowd became noisy again.

"It's really a catastrophe!"

"I don't know which senior?"

"Tribulation?" Kaneko listened attentively, and suddenly realized, "So this is what Grandpa said about the Tribulation!" He put his arm on the shoulder of the monk next to him.

This time, the monk refused, and turned his head to find that he was staring intently in the direction of the thunder tribulation.

"Click!"

The first thunder struck, and everyone's hearts were also raised, but they were too far away, and they could only vaguely see a figure coming up.

The low-level monks outside the mountain gate had not yet seen how the monk was, and the second heavenly thunder came immediately.

"The second course. ”

Wang Yao thought silently in his heart, thinking of a possibility, and his heart was pinched together.

When the fourth tribulation cloud fell, the noise in the field reached the loudest, and everyone looked at the cloud nervously, already confirming that this was the Yuan Infant Heavenly Tribulation.

"Sister..."

Wang Yao muttered and walked forward, but was stopped by someone and couldn't move.

"Where are you going?" said Kaneko, looking at him strangely.

Hearing his voice, Wang Yao came back to his senses, Sister Mo was in the free house, and he couldn't get by.

"It seems to be the predecessor of the Mo ghost. ”

"Xiaoyao is currently the only one in retreat, and she is undoubtedly the one. ”

"I don't know if it will work?"

"Fifth, the momentum of thunder on this day is really terrifying. ”

The discussion of the surrounding monks reached Wang Yao's ears, and he unconsciously became nervous, looking at the sixth heavenly thunder that was almost three times the size of the first heavenly tribulation, he held his breath.

The thunder was unprecedentedly loud, as if it was about to tear the sky apart, and the figure standing in mid-air looked extremely thin.

But she didn't flinch, and went away to the thunder, and the two finally collided together.

Even if you are so far away, you can clearly see sparks flying around, and after making a loud noise, it will calm down in an instant.

The clouds slowly dissipated, and the sunlight finally came through.

"Close your eyes and meditate!"

Before everyone could react, a voice suddenly came from above, and as his words fell, almost everyone felt the faint vitality of the aura around them.

Wang Yao reacted quickly and sat cross-legged on the ground.

Jin Zi was not slow, and sat side by side with him almost at the same time.

"It's a vision!"

The monks who reacted did so one after another, only to feel that after absorbing the aura, their bodies were transparent, and their fatigue was reduced a lot, and the monks who originally had some old injuries only felt that they were much lighter.

It lasted for about an hour, and the aura containing the vitality gradually dissipated, and everyone opened their eyes one after another.

"With this vision, there must be no doubt that it is the root of the wood spirit!"

"But not all Wood Spirit Roots can exert their vitality to the extreme. ”

"It's true that we've got a little bit of a bargain. ”

Outside the mountain gate, there was a discussion again, and Wang Yao stared at the monk who walked out of the free room, only to see him whisper a few words to the Jindan monk standing at the door, and then retreated.

The Jindan monk who had been standing at the door walked a few steps up the mountain, clasped his hands together, held them flat in front of his chest, and slowly opened his mouth.

"Congratulations to the Mo ghost seniors on getting married!"

This sentence was mixed with aura, and everyone present heard it clearly, glanced at each other, followed his example, saluted, and shouted in unison.

"Congratulations to the Mo ghost seniors on getting married!"

After Wang Yao finished speaking, he raised his head, and finally showed a smile on his face, and the dimples on his side face were clearly visible.

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